We say to the apathetic, Where there's a will, there's a way, as if the brute realities of the world did not amuse themselves each day by turning that phrase on its head.
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READIN
READIN started out as a place for me
to keep track of what I am reading, and to learn (slowly, slowly)
how to design a web site.
There has been some mission drift
here and there, but in general that's still what it is. Some of
the main things I write about here are
reading books,
listening to (and playing) music, and
watching the movies. Also I write about the
work I do with my hands and with my head; and of course about bringing up Sylvia.
The site is a bit of a work in progress. New features will come on-line now and then; and you will occasionally get error messages in place of the blog, for the forseeable future. Cut me some slack, I'm just doing it for fun! And if you see an error message you think I should know about, please drop me a line. READIN source code is PHP and CSS, and available on request, in case you want to see how it works.
See my reading list for what I'm interested in this year.
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But we should search for the strange and surprising in the world, not within ourselves! To search within, to think so long and hard about our own selves, would only make us unhappy. This is what had happened to the characters in my story: for this reason heroes could never tolerate being themselves, for this reason they always wanted to be someone else.
I have enjoyed the self-referential and pedantic qualities of The White Castle and have found ways to apply its lessons to my own mind; but in the end I don't think it quite works. Pamuk says what he is doing too often and too plainly for it generally to surprise; the lesson becomes dull through repetition. I find myself longing for humanity in the characters.
The narrator's assertion at the end of his story that some mystery remains in its pages, one which "intelligent readers" will seek out and devour, isn't really enough to recapture my attention -- it comes off as sort of patronizing. I am going to consider this book a piece from Pamuk's apprenticeship and treasure it more for the glimpses I can catch of his later work, than for the book itself.
...is that I feel more comfortable in my body while doing yoga than I do in general. I think this may also be true of exercising on the elliptical machine, and sort of true of exercise in general.
posted evening of February 5th, 2008: Respond ➳ More posts about Fitness
Further to the Codex Seraphinianus: Luigi Serafini also wrote a second book, the Pulcinellopedia (Piccola), concerning the Punch doll of "Punch and Judy". I have only been able to find a few scattered images, mostly on this page (the same blogger also has a beautiful Codex page) -- sure looks intriguing.
The two shows I downloaded last night are indeed great music; I am tentatively liking the 1996 show better than the 2008 show, which I have however not yet listened to all of.** If anyone would like a link to the 96* show files, drop me a line.
Only The Stones Remain (by the Soft Boys, I think only released as a single)
*Not that there are 96 of them, I mean they're from that year. **After listening to more: Yes, the 96 gig is the better -- It actually adds something to the music over what is published on the albums, where the 2008 show is beautiful but not in a much different or superior way from I Often Dream of Trains.
posted evening of February first, 2008: Respond ➳ More posts about Gig Notes
I heard about this book just a little while ago from a friend who was trying to figure out how much a copy costs now; pretty expensive it turns out. But, turns out also to be available on the internets for free. Just looking through it now for the first time -- it is entrancing to look at the letters and understand them as meaningful. Also some hilarious art like the rocket circumambulation.
In a funny way it seems like reading that Dr. Seuss "On Beyond Zebra" book of invented characters, but taken to a whole 'nother level in terms of internal consistency and rigorous meaninglessness. -- Maybe comparable to what a baby experiences looking at a book, maybe a baby at the cusp of realizing that the book holds the story which is being read to him but not yet having the key to understanding it.
Apparently the egg-trees are crawling out of their holes in order to split in half that they might bear the fœtal tree developing inside them. I'm not sure why some of the little ones are splitting; maybe they are a separate species or variety.
Haven't downloaded any Robyn concerts for a while now; but two new tapes became available today. One is of his gig the day before yesterday at Queen Elizabeth Hall in London; as soon as I read about it this morning I started fervently wishing for a tape of the show. And whaddaya know, half an hour later or so I get e-mail informing me of its availability. Quick on the heels of that message came another one, about a show from April '96 in Bilbao. Looking forward to listening to both.
Another opportunity for listening to Hitchcock: He'll be on Jools Holland's BBC show tomorrow night. Apparently I will be able to watch it on Fuse, though I'm not completely sure how that works yet.
I'm finding this article about the new Glendale stadium (where they're going to play the Super-bowl) pretty amusing, not sure exactly why. For instance:
Adjacent to that is Westgate City Center, an outdoor pedestrian mall with billboards meant to invoke Times Square, a water fountain modeled after the Bellagio in Las Vegas and 500,000 square feet of what will eventually be 6.5 million square feet of retail and residential space.
seems to me like a hilarious juxtaposition.
Relatedly, I am going to be very disappointed if the half-time band does not play a marching-band arrangement of "Somebody Robbed the Glendale Train". Wait, what's that? You say they don't have a marching band at half-time any longer?...
